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Bill tugged Molly behind the bounce house, adjusting his tiny paper party hat. "Okay, the target's pinned. Twenty-three presents on that table, gift bags under every chair." Molly studied the chaos of thirty screaming kids. "How do we get close without looking suspicious?" Bill grinned. "Easy. We crash as guests. Lost neighbors, apologizing profusely." Molly rolled her eyes. "In what costumes?" Bill held up two clown noses. "I stole these from the basement." The music shifted to the Macarena. A toddler wandered past and pointed. "You're not friends with Tommy!" Molly knelt down. "We're friends with the fun, sweetie. We bring presents." The child toddled away, satisfied. Bill whispered, "See? It's working." Molly grabbed his arm. "The pinata's about to break. When it does, we sweep the table." Bill checked his watch. "Ninety seconds." They positioned themselves near the cake table, ready to pounce. The parent shouted everyone in a circle. Molly groaned. "Why do kids have so many traditions?" Bill shrugged. "More traditions, more distraction." The piñata exploded candy everywhere. Chaos erupted. Children dove for lollipops. Molly and Bill ran toward the presents. Bill threw an empty sack over both arms, grinning wide. "Dance while you grab," Molly ordered. They blended in, swaying terribly, collecting gifts under one enormous coat. Nobody noticed until the Macarena ended and someone yelled. But by then, Molly and Bill were already running down the street, laughing like maniacs.